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Subject: {ASSM} Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 2 (Repost with edits by permission)
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Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)

Chapter Two (M/F, exhib, humiliation, blackmail, oral)

Grace shifted uneasily in the bright lights. As instructed she was
attending this black tie event with Royston, dressed in the gown that
had been on her hotel bed when she checked into her room. The gown was
sheer but had lace throughout which made it very sexy indeed. There was
also a cream colored half-cup bra and matching thong panties, with a
note telling her to wear these. 

While she had some doubts as to whether she trusted Royston, the thought
of jail time quickly convinced her that she had no choice. Besides,
given the black color of the garment, it would not reveal much below,
she had convinced herself. And so she had her hair done, and turned up
at the five star hotel as instructed. To her surprise she saw the many
bright lights and photographers at the event. 

Finding Royston quickly, she approached him, and when he offered his
arm, she linked her arm with his. "Good evening, Ro-I mean, sir... " she
greeted him. Although she did not like him much, he was a familiar
figure and a person whom she could hide behind, under the bright lights
and cameras. Royston looked at his escort, his cock twitching in his
pants as he could see much of her slender frame through the almost
transparent gown under the strong lights. 

"Good evening Mr Ko." Royston greeted one of the department heads at the
cocktail reception. Grace followed a step behind, hanging onto his arm,
trying not to be self conscious, even as she felt all eyes were on her. 

"My god, Grace, you look fabulous," marveled Mr Ko, his lusty eyes
scanned the beautiful young executive - the sheer material revealing
almost all the charms of this slim young thing. 

Grace felt her face turn red, as she was almost sure her nipples were
poking out of the thin bra, which itself was barely hidden by the
wide-woven lace of the dress. "Thank you sir." 

"Royston said he had finally found someone who could wear the this
number, but I didn't think it was you! You know, this is the gown that
Natalie Portman wore a few months ago to the awards... the famous
dress..." Mr Ko said, his eyes wide-open. 

"Yes, Mr Ko, when I asked Grace if she could do it, she jumped to the
challenge immediately," Royston said with a smile, "She'll be with me at
Mr Nakamori's table." 

"Well good for you Royston... I'll leave you to entertain the lovely
lady then..." Mr Ko smiled and took his leave. 

Finally Grace was able to figure out that Mr Nakamori, a famous Japanese
designer, had designed the gown. She also guessed that Nakamori was an
important client to whatever deal or project Royston was on. Reaching
their table, Grace was introduced to him by Royston. The well-dressed
man was in his mid-forties, had a deep tan, and a low rumbling voice
that suggested he was a heavy drinker. 

Nakamori made some small talk at first, exchanging the usual
pleasantries about weather, work and so on. But then he started asking
Grace if she was a person who enjoyed the limelight, if she liked being
different and if she was an 'exhibitionist'. She was sure whatever he
meant was not translated quite accurately from Japanese to English. 

"So you like attention Grace?" he asked. 

"Yes I love attention Mr Nakamori," she replied. Grace was mindful of
that fact that Royston asked her to agree with whatever this important
client said. 

Halfway through dinner, Nakamori spoke to Royston in Japanese, and then
Royston turned to her, "Grace, Nakamori-san told me that the gown was
designed for the sexiest ladies he had ever met, and that you are
definitely one of them." 

Grace smiled politely at the compliment, and nodded at Nakamori in
acknowledgement, and he tipped his glass in response. 

"And, " Royston continued, with a sly grin on his face, "he also said
that the sexiest ladies go without a bra and that's how he designed the
gown. Grace, I need you to go to the ladies and remove your bra, put it
in your handbag and come back here." 

Grace baulked at Roy's instruction, but did not dare refuse openly. She
tried to bargain, and plead with Roy, but he reminded her of the fact
that she had signed a contract stating that she would follow the
company's instructions including how she was to dress exactly. After
some coaxing and coercion by Royston, she took a deep breath - it
wouldn't be that bad would it? She excused herself from the table and
went to the ladies' room. Several minutes later, she returned. 

To her surprise, Nakamori clapped his hands when Grace returned to the
table. "Bravo!" he applauded, in admiration of the girl who's 

perky breasts and nipples were now quite visible under the sheer
material of the gown. He ignored the fact the poor girl's face had
turned bright red from the unwanted attention. Turning to Royston he
spoke, not in a very loud voice but Grace could just make out the words.
She was surprised that he could speak English rather fluently, if with a
strong Japanese accent. "I like her fresh look Roy. Not much modeling
experience, but she will do. Make sure she come to Joe's on Thursday...
make it 3pm." 

Grace did not know what that meant. Anyway, she pretended to be having
her dinner, acting cool amidst the smiles and nods from the other men
and the women at the table. She knew that the men were secretly staring
at her breasts when they thought she wasn't looking. 

Royston replied with a slight bow of his head, "Of course, Nakamori-san.
We will be there. And she will be ready." 

With that, Royston turned his gaze back to young Grace who was trying to
eat her salad and pretend to be oblivious to the stares from around. His
cock stirred as he watched the outline of her body through the
translucent material, and thought about what would happen at the
photography shoot on Thursday. Grace would be made to wear skimpy
swimwear, and have her photographs taken by a professional photographer
who worked for Nakamori and specialized in taking pictures for a very
special audience. Royston himself had seen some of the pictures taken of
other models. The girl would first be made to pose in a variety of
titillating swimming costumes or slutty outfits in tantalizing
positions. Then it would graduate to a series of bondage themed poses -
the girl might be tied up or cuffed, and sometimes gagged or
blindfolded. Nakamori's favorite is to take pictures of hapless girls
who are unsuspecting or for various reasons, cannot resist for fear of
offending him. He loved to tie them up, and whip them, especially the
beautiful ones. 

Royston's erection grew hard as he knew that the photo studio would at
any point of time also have four video cameras recording the
unsuspecting Grace from every angle, including the changing room. For
his part in this, Royston would get a free video recording of the whole
proceedings. But before that, there was some preparation to be done
before Thursday. Grace was haughty and headstrong, and would not take to
following instructions easily. First she needed to be trained, broken.
Perhaps a few blowjobs around the office would do the trick. 

*** 

The next morning, half the office was buzzing with hot gossip, and the
other half promptly found out within an hour. 

Grace overheard a conversation outside the pantry. 

"Did you hear what Grace from Shih's department was wearing last night
to the function?" one man said to the other. 

"Yeah, I heard she was practically naked and everyone could see what
underwear she was wearing!" the other man said. Upon hearing that,
Grace's face felt burning hot, and she decided against getting a coffee
from the pantry after all. But not before she heard the first man's
reply, "Are you sure she was wearing any? Hahaha..." 

In the ladies' restroom, Grace again interrupted a conversation between
two secretaries as she was coming out of her toilet cubicle. "Did you
see Grace's skirt today?" one had just said to the other, over the sound
of tap water running, as Grace unlocked the door of her cubicle. 

Grace turned red as she opened the door fully and walked out in her
stiletto heels to the washbasin. The secretaries disappeared quickly. 

Grace looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a business suit
like any other day, except that today, the skirt was a good five inches
shorter than usual, making it easily the shortest micro skirt in the
office. If she bent over, she would be flashing her panties. 

That attire had been on her hotel bed last evening when she followed
Roy's instructions and checked in. That, and the four inch stiletto
heels, a black sleeveless blouse, red bra and g-string. So this morning,
that was what she dressed in to come to work. Rumors started flying
around, as the men fantasized and the women became jealous of the
attention. Some said that she had become desperate or man hungry, or
that she was seeking attention. Others commented on how slutty her
outfit was, and how unprofessional it was to wear it to office. 

At about 10am, Grace got a call from Royston. "Grace, please come to my
office please." 

As Grace walked up the staircase across the foyer that led to Royston's
office, she was feeling very self-conscious - many of the 

offices surrounding the foyer had glass walls, so many eyes were on her.
To make things worse, the staircase was quite steep and quite a long
flight of stairs that curved up in a semi-spiral, and anybody at the
foot of the staircase looking up could probably see right up her skirt. 

Grace finally reached Royston's office and went in. 

"Shut the door please Grace," Royston said. He was sitting behind his
desk busy at his computer, so he did not even raise his eyes to look at
her when she entered. 

Grace did as she was told, and stood there uneasily for what seemed like
a full minute, as Royston continued typing. Finally he was done, and he
turned towards her. 

"My, my... this fits you quite well doesn't it?" he cocked his head as
his beady eyes focused on the slender young woman dressed in business
jacket and skirt that revealed most of her legs, a sly smile on his
face. 

"Well I did as you wanted Roy- sir... " she replied, feeling tense, "..
you were looking for me?" 

"Yes... I was doing some thinking yesterday.. you know, I'm starting to
think may be this.. arrangement that we have, that I'm trying to help 

you out with.. perhaps that isn't such a good idea after all," Royston
said, pausing to let the impact hit Grace, who was at once both stunned
and perplexed as to what he meant. She had signed the contract already
hadn't she?? 

Royston continued speaking,"This is too risky for me. I think I'm going
to just report you to Mr Shih. We can just tear up the arrangement we
had yesterday.." 

"No... what do you mean? You can't change your mind? Please, I can't go
to jail !" Grace exclaimed, feeling hopeless panic. 

"Well this is an important deal to me... can't afford to fuck it up you
know... Besides, you're quite a stubborn woman... I don't know if you
can take instructions..." he continued, playing with his fountain pen as
he spoke. 

"No.. please I can.. I will do everything as you say.." Grace replied
anxiously. 

"You are willing follow instructions without question? " 

"Yes.." 

"Yes what?" 

"Yes sir..." Grace replied, biting her lip, as she felt the twinge of
humiliation - now that Royston knows her secret, she has to eat humble
pie unlike previously when she was able to get away with even
disagreeing with him in a meeting in front of the bosses. 

"You understand that following instructions is absolute, and that
failure to do so will result in justice taking its course?" he asked. 

"Yes sir." 

Royston leaned forward in his seat and clasped his hands together on the
table. "Take off your jacket and unbutton your blouse," he said calmly. 

"Wha..." Grace was shocked. This was not what she expected. She knew
that Royston wanted to get back at her for having rejected him in the
past, and probably planned to lord over her in this 'deal' of his and
basically humiliate her in doing all the administrative work and
following his orders. But she did not expect this. She did imagine that
perhaps he held the thought that he still wanted to get together with
her, and she that she would probably have to entertain several dates
with him while he had a hold on her. But this! Certainly she did not
expect anything like this in the office. 

"Not a very impressive start," he said. 

Grace's face colored. She had no choice. Slowly, Grace took off her
business jacket, and laid it over the chair. She reached up to the top
button of her black sleeveless blouse and opened it. She took a deep
breath and worked her way down to the second, and then the third, and
finally the last. She looked at Royston, like a deer caught in the
headlamps of an oncoming car, ready to bolt, but legs too weak to move.
Her blouse hung open, showing her red bra. 

"Pull it apart and hold it open," he said. 

Grace's face went bright red. She was totally at his mercy. 

She slowly pulled her blouse up free of her skirt and pulled the two
sides apart, exposing her fair bosom and flat stomach, and small breasts
in their red bra. Grace's heart was thumping now. 

"Undo your bra and show me your tits, Grace." 

Grace could hardly believe her ears. Fingers trembling, she obeyed, her
hands reaching behind her back. She undid the clasp, then slowly pulled
her bra cups up, showing Royston her naked breasts. Grace's face was
burning now, and she was fighting not to break into tears. 

"Good. Now turn around." 

She slowly rotated her body around so that her back was to the man. She
could feel his eyes roaming across the back of her body, including her
legs. 

"Are you wearing the g-string?" 

Grace's voice cracked as she tried to answer, "Y..yes sir..." She had
never been spoken to like this. She felt cheap, like some whore. 

"Do you wear g-strings often Grace?" 

Grace could not answer for almost ten seconds, as her mind tried to
figure out if this was a bad dream, as she stood there being questioned
about her underwear by a male colleague, a fellow executive, in the
office that she worked. 

"Yes, sir, I do, " she finally mustered a reply. 

"How often?" 

"May be two to three times a week, " she replied weakly. 

There was a long pause, and Grace wondered what was crossing Royston's
perverted mind now. 

"Pull your panties down to your knees." 

Grace bit her lip and fought back the tears of shame. Her hands went to
her panties. She slowly eased them down her thighs, having to bend
forward to do so. She heard an intake of breath from Royston, in
confirmation that he was indeed looking right at her offered pussy
peeking under the skirt and bare naked ass. 

"Well before I accept you to start on this deal, you will need to pass
an interview with someone, so that I can be sure you will follow
instructions to a T" he said. "Turn around now.." 

Grace turned around, and looked at Royston who was just staring at her
now. She knew she was presenting a sight to him, blouse unbuttoned, bra
up and breasts exposed, and wearing a ridiculously short skirt with her
panties around her knees. 

"Come over here Grace.. there's someone I like you to meet..." 

Grace walked unsteadily toward Royston's desk on her stiletto heels. As
she approached him, her mouth unhinged in shock as she realized that the
man had unzipped his pants and was sitting there on his chair with a
huge bulge in his underwear. 

"Yes... I'll like you to meet Dick here.. he will be interviewing you.
Your job will be to convince him, with your oral skills, that you should
be hired." 

Grace felt butterflies in her stomach, and closed her eyes in deep
shame. She approached him around his desk reluctantly. 

"Take off your panties, give them to me, and then kneel down between my
legs." 

Grace did as she was told. 

"No wait, " Royston stood up again, and zipped up his pants, "I want you
to unzip me and take off my pants." 

Grace fought back her tears as she unzipped the man and pulled his pants
down. With a big grin on his face, Royston sat back down in just his
briefs. 

"Alright, let the interview begin." 

Grace pulled down his briefs. Reaching up, she grasped the stiff prick
and guided it into her mouth. Grace heard a sharp intake of breath from
him as her wet mouth closed around the man's prick, and his hand gripped
the back of her head. She began to pump Royston's cock as she sucked
him. "My god, Grace.. I knew that you'll be sucking my cock one day...
but this is heaven....ohhh" 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Grace froze. To her
astonishment, Roy said, "Come in!" Grace tried to dislodge the erection
from her mouth, but Royston held on to her head tightly. 

Royston's secretary appeared at the door. "Royston? Was Grace here
earlier? Mr Shih was looking for her." The table blocked the view of
Grace kneeling there, her face buried in Royston's lap, and his cock
fully occupying her mouth. Grace's high heel shoes could be seen below
the table, if the secretary just looked a little lower. 

Royston cleared his throat. "Grace? She's... busy." His eyes looked at
Grace's g-string lying there on top of his table. 

"Okay... could have sworn seeing her come in here..." the secretary
muttered, as she closed the door. 

As soon as the door shut, Royston resumed humping Grace's mouth. "Suck
me baby.... work that cock you prick-teasing slut...." his voice
continued above her. 

Picking up his young colleague's undergarment, he brought it to his nose
and inhaled deeply.. "My god Grace.. just smelling the scent of your
pussy is enough to make me cum instantly." Grace's face turned red with
the biting humiliation but continued her sucking. 

"Faster now!" he urged. She felt the grip on her hair tighten, as his
hips thrust upwards in jerky motions. "YES...YES.. YESSSSSS" 

Two strokes later, she felt his hot load squirt into her mouth.
"Ohhhhh..." he moaned out loud, as his cock jerked in her mouth. She
fought the impulse to gag as more semen flooded her mouth. 

Spent, he slowly pulled his prick out of her mouth. Grace did not know
what to do next, not wanting to swallow, but not daring to spit the hot
semen out. "Keep my cum in your mouth Grace," Roy said as he stood up,
pulled his pants and zipped them, "don't you let a single drop get out!"

Grace stood up awkwardly, her mouth full of his vile stickiness. "Now 

I want you to go to the pantry, and get a cup. Make a cup of coffee, and
then you're allowed to empty your mouth into the cup. Then bring the cup
to me. You've got four minutes." 

Grace nodded, as she redid her bra and pulled down her blouse, keeping
her lips closed. She looked at her panties, still in Roy's hand. 

"No panties for you for the rest of today," Royston said with a grin. 

Grace made her way carefully down the staircase, she prayed hard that
nobody would talk to her on the way to the pantry. Her heart skipped a
beat as she saw the new guy in the accounts department walk up the
staircase. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, taking care to keep
her lips closed so that the cum in her mouth wouldn't leak out. 

George saw the hottest chick in the office coming down the staircase and
couldn't believe his eyes as to how short her skirt was. Not wanting to
be caught staring at her legs though, he merely made eye contact and
smiled politely. Little did he know the bombshell had her mouth full of
cum as she walked past him, and had no panties on, and that if he had
looked, he would have seen her naked cunt. 

Oh god, how many minutes has it been? Grace quickly made her cup of
coffee, secretly emptying her mouth of Royston's cum into the cup. She
would have loved to wash out her mouth, but four minutes must be almost
up. Quickly, she brought the cup out and was dismayed to find a male
colleague and female colleague chatting at the bottom of the staircase.
Grace did not want to risk flashing her naked pussy while going up the
staircase, but had no choice. Trying to be as inconspicuous as she
could, and not really succeeding, Grace climbed up the staircase
carefully. Little did she know that Royston was watching out of the
glass panel of his office into the foyer, he was smiling, as he knew
that the cutie was flashing her pussy as she climbed up the staircase. 

"Well, well..." Royston looked down at his wrist watch, "that was five
minutes Grace. You are late." 

Grace began to speak, but Royston cut her off. "No excuses, now drink up
the coffee." 

Knowing that she was absolutely at the mercy of his commands, Grace felt
whatever remnants of her confident exterior crumble altogether. She
drank up the semen-laced coffee. "I hope you take yours with cream,"
Royston said, an evil grin on his face. 

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